Yeah, that's very very different to my uni experience - I wasn't a full-time cane user then, and I doubt I'd have even applied if I had been (I shouldn't have anyway) - it was built into a hillside, lots of areas you could only access by stairs, so we automatically didn't have a visible disabled population because half of them wouldn't have been able to get to class.

And when I went to "see someone" about depression, she tried to tell me I missed my mother and all students went through this. After I'd told her how wonderful it was not having to live with [censored] any more, but that I was thinking of killing myself anyway.